Poem -

floating

Floating,
My head just above the surface,
The only part of me that hasn’t been drowned and suffocated,
My hands and heart are black with hatred and despair,
My ribs overgrown with shrubs and weeds,
The poison which has been injected into my veins,
Is labelled with your name,
But my body rejects it,
And I start to rise above the water,
My heart is watered by my tears of joy,
And sunflowers grow there once again.

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